I followed my curiosity into a certain men’s rights forum, took a quick glance around, and plunged right in with an introduction thread. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms. There’s no reason why I should have been – none of these guys knew me, and I came in saying, “I’m an American woman, and I won’t apologize for it!” Not the best way to start. There were some members who warily welcomed me, and my curiosity hadn’t yet been satisfied, so I decided to stick around and try to learn what I could. And learn I did. Sloooowly, my eyes were opened. I read posts, I asked questions, and I listened carefully to the answers. Not one person told me I had to believe in some dogma of victimhood. I was presented with facts, and told not to believe them. I was told to research them on my own. And, thanks to the beauty of the internet, I was able to do so until I could clearly see that my previous belief system was based entirely on lies and half-truths. Then I woke up.
I unplugged. And was I mad!!! I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid!
Neither could a lot of other people, frankly; I was still treated with quite a bit of mistrust, until I started my blog, “A Woman Against Feminism and For Men’s Rights”. Actually, I’m still treated with mistrust occasionally; I am, after all, a woman who is outspoken about men’s rights. I get accused of changing my tune because I’m in my 40’s now by some. I get accused of having Stockholm Syndrome or trying to be popular with the boys by feminists. It doesn’t bother me much. I try to remain true to myself, and gradually, people realize that I’m for real. If they don’t, it really doesn’t change anything. I still do what I do. Unashamedly.
So here I am, ready to do my part. Feminists say I wouldn’t be able to participate if it were not for their movement. I say they’re mistaken.
